I thought it would be fun, maybe even meditative. What I didn’t expect was how deeply this experience would mirror the kind of healing work I guide my clients through every day.

Because working with clay?
It demanded everything—my body, my mind, my presence, my patience.
And so does healing.

Here are the lessons that clay gently (and at times not-so-gently) reminded me of—and how they connect to the way we heal, grow, and come back home to ourselves.

Home is the quiet recognition of the soul beneath the noise of who we’ve been taught to be. My journey of coming home to myself began the moment I understood it wasn’t about trying to fix myself ~ and started listening instead.